My family and I have spent the last two weeks at the shore.
Needless to say, I have spent much time in my board shorts and flip flops.
The other day, my four year old looked down at my legs and said, "Dad, you don't have any hair on your bottom legs."
I looked down too, even though I knew what he was referring to.
The hair loss on my lower calf that comes from wearing socks for forty years.
I remember being disturbed by my father's hairless sock line when I was a kid.
Years of conformity, rubbing away until our legs are smooth as tumbled river stone.
I gazed at my boys beach tanned legs, and whispered a small prayer
carried out to sea by the waves.
"Lads, may you find life's work that doesn't demand you wear socks on a daily basis."